![]() The Counter Of TimeA Poem by abderrahmane dakir
You are not kind to tell what I rage. My skin and my hair turn a new page. You are stronger to keep me in your cage.
What do you search? You search to change my cast, No one could play in the past, Many years are gone so fast, For me they were high cost.
You will separate me of them.
And return to my mother in clay, And, you will stand to see my die, Before my soul will seep in the sky, And all my loved one let me away, That's I stayed all night to pray. © 2015 abderrahmane dakir |
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